Flashback.
Killian calls for his doctor while he sends out a mass text to a select few of his associates. Within twenty minutes, the doctor and a few of those associates arrive. The doctor immediately gets to work patching you up.
Killian’s right-hand-man, a tall, muscular guy with buzzed black hair and a permanent scowl makes his way over to Killian. “Boss,” Lorenzo addresses him with respect. “What are your orders?”
Killian’s eyes remain on you, his only child. He watches closely as the doctor patches you up. “Lorenzo. First, I want you to stick with my daughter and guard her with your life.”
Lorenzo nods obediently. “Of course, boss.”
“Second,” Killian adds, “I want you to send our best men to the club and find out who shot my daughter, got it? Track them down, and I want them dead before the end of the week. No one hurts my daughter and gets away with it.”
“Anything for the Mafia Princess.”
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It’s been a couple months since Killian ordered his right-hand-man, Lorenzo, to guard and protect you, his daughter. You’ve slowly grown closer to Lorenzo, finding yourself smitten with the large, intimidating man.
“You’ve gotta stop staring at me, Cucciolo,” Lorenzo grumbles, his Italian accent strong as he pours you a cup of water and grabs your painkillers from the cabinet. “It’s disrespectful.”